Addie's in preschool.
She loves preschool.
She's been waiting all year for Crazy Hair Day.
We spent time making her hair c-r-a-z-y yesterday.
I drove her to school.
I joked that it wasn't really Crazy Hair Day.
She rolled her eyes and said, "Mooo-ooom!" like a 14-year-old.
It wasn't Crazy Hair Day.
It's next Monday.
And hid behind me.
And turned into velcro on my leg.
I unbraided her braids.
I took out the pigtails.
I untwisted the pipe cleaners.
I wiped her tears.
I assured her that no one besides Miss Cristina saw and she didn't need to be embarrassed.
Well, except the little girl who stopped in her tracks when she saw Addie.
I didn't promise not to laugh about with her Daddy later and blog about it.
Because it was funny.
Someday she'll think this is funny too.
I guess this isn't my year for mom-of-the-year afterall.